Some silly shit..? Something like that. Is it.. just me, or are you... Hey that phrase.. "Is it just me?" It feels as if... I'm alone, are you really there? What's my purpose here? what's your purpose?
... "No? Oh well, now I have! Let's be friends OK? I promise you, I'm a great person!"
She grabs your hand and rushes you to the nearby park. She's just a little girl, what harm could she cause?
"So.. What's your name? I'm Abbigale, but you can call me Abbi!"
"So I told you my name but you won't tell me yours? Whatever I'll give you one."
She sits on the bench and begins brainstorming, looking at your face, clothes and other features, wondering what name would suit you. Eventually, she jumps up and shouts, "I got it!"
"I got it! Your name will be.. drum roll please, ba-ba-ba-ba-dum!! Dareka!"
She smiles brightly, hoping you'll like the name she has given you. You shake your head in approval. She's just a bundle of joy isn't she, maybe it won't be so bad, being friends with a little girl.
Hey... Where are her parents..? It's dark, aren't they worried?
The thought creeps you out, maybe she ran away? You decided to question her.
"Hey, Abbi, where are your parents aren't they worried about you?"
She turns immediately to you, with a concerned look, as if she had no idea what the word "Parents" was. The silence was loud, why was she that way?
"Parents..?"
...
"Forget. Now."
She swiftly holds her hand up to face.
What happened?
Listen to me.
What? Who're you?
Listen.
OK...
You need to leave now. You were too close to figuring it out. Go.
Go. Go, LEAVE NOW, GO AWAY FROM THIS PLACE LEAVE NOW I'M BEGGING YOU LEAVE ME HERE, LEAVE YOUR MEMORIES OF HER BEHIND FORGET, FORGET IT ALL NOW.
"Hello." "Hello, Dareka." "I'm glad we meet once more!" "It's me, Abbi!" ... "D-D0#n't y-y0_ r3%#mb3×r m3?"
Her voice, it starts to glitch as if it was all just some sort of laggy game. Suddenly you hear another voice.
"Hello. It's me." "Hello, Dareka." "It's me, Abbi" "Thank you for being my friend."
"Wake up."
You open your eyes, and are greeted by Abbi, it was different. She was more grown up, but her legs. Where are they? You look down. You regret looking down. Her legs were made from other's legs, they were taped horribly together, as if a child tried their best at building something out of things they found lying around, except they were limbs, human limbs.
Abbi was as pale as a corpse who had died years ago. She held you up, spinning around with you in her arms, you were so high up. You were for sure a goner if she dropped you.
"Hehe, Dareka, thank you for being my friend!"
"Thank you, thank you! I love you Dareka!"
She smiled brightly, in some way it made you happy.
"Dareka, Dareka!"
"Hm?" You responded.
"You'll play with me, right?"
"I promise not to drop you!"
"You promise? OK, I suppose I'll play a game or two with you."
Even though she looked long dead, deep down she was just a little girl, who wanted someone to call family.
"They're coming, Dareka. Save me, Dareka."
You gain consciousness.
"What was that?"
"Who am I..?"
Only one name came to mind, Dareka.
That's who you are. Dareka.
"Dareka..."
★----------------------------------------------------------★ Thank you for reading!
Fun fact: Dareka is Japanese for "Someone."
The horror of this story was confusion and identity crisis!
Hope you enjoyed! ★----------------------------------------------------------★
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